- Dec 21, 2023
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The stars shine above, casting their lonely light upon the glimmers of frost that coats ThunderClan's camp. A cool chill breezes through the air, and Badgerstripe notes anxiously how her breath comes out in puffs as she leaves the nursery. Her kittens, warmed by each other and a new bed of feather-lined moss, are fast asleep; for the first time all day, the young mother gets a breather.
Except, she has no intentions to spent these moments alone. At the camp's entrance, sitting guard, posts a serene white pelt that she had grown to consider a dear friend. Grimly, she is reminded of her beautiful fur soaked in crimson, an image she can't seem to get out of her mind.
" Cold night, " Badgerstripe speaks softly as she approaches, wearing a small smile as she takes a seat next to Thundergleam. If she met her eyes now, what would she see? Deep guilt, debilitating pain, humility, anger? It was foreign to her, how lost this ethereal molly looked when she returned to camp with the grim news of her father's death.. and baffling how quickly some of her Clanmates stood against her. After all you've done for us, we treat you like a villain..
" Are you.. " she begins, testing the waters. She remembers her own defensive reactions back in the day, when Thundergleam first arrived and offered her help, back when Badgerstripe was still falling, falling, falling.. now that Thundergleam had a taste of pain, would she react the same? Badgerstripe hesitates, then presses forward, gently. " ..okay? "
BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )
Except, she has no intentions to spent these moments alone. At the camp's entrance, sitting guard, posts a serene white pelt that she had grown to consider a dear friend. Grimly, she is reminded of her beautiful fur soaked in crimson, an image she can't seem to get out of her mind.
" Cold night, " Badgerstripe speaks softly as she approaches, wearing a small smile as she takes a seat next to Thundergleam. If she met her eyes now, what would she see? Deep guilt, debilitating pain, humility, anger? It was foreign to her, how lost this ethereal molly looked when she returned to camp with the grim news of her father's death.. and baffling how quickly some of her Clanmates stood against her. After all you've done for us, we treat you like a villain..
" Are you.. " she begins, testing the waters. She remembers her own defensive reactions back in the day, when Thundergleam first arrived and offered her help, back when Badgerstripe was still falling, falling, falling.. now that Thundergleam had a taste of pain, would she react the same? Badgerstripe hesitates, then presses forward, gently. " ..okay? "
( ooc ) @THUNDERGLEAM